My call echoed over the mountaintop into the valley and then, I heard a voice speak to me.
It spoke not with words but with calm.
The joy that came over me allowed me to walk on water and depart the troubled seas I’d been tasked to maneuver through.
It reassured me that I was enough and that each of my shortcomings were blessings that I could use to uplift my very downfall.
It promised me it would always been within arm’s reach and whenever my hand hung in a lonely state it would be there to reinforce I do not walk alone.
And so I sang praises until my voice became hoarse.
For I am forever grateful that until it rains I can remain dry.